• When all is done
    and words cease to come
    there are two words left to say
    though none of us want to hear it
    they must be said
    I will remember how your laugh fluttered inside me
    and brought me constant joy
    but not now
    when laughter shouldnt be present
    what was love moved to lust
    as time moved on
    Now as the air stiffens
    and the wind doesnt stir
    there are still two words
    bringing pain and heartbreak
    that must be said
    as tears begin to flow
    and memories spring up
    bringing another flow of tears
    struggling with the last words
    though easy enough to say
    to be strong and to move on
    to try to find a new love
    but to remember always
    the last two words to come
    this is
    Good-bye